Last week, Princess Piggy Poo took a swipe at my right ring finger and drew blood. It was the first time, out of countless attempts to acquaint my flesh with her teeth, that she ever broke the skin and caused crimson droplets to form at the point of contact — that was very, very, very, very naughty. So what did I do to incite that behavior? I innocently slid my hand under the throw blanket on top of my chest to seek shelter from the chill and got a prick. I’m sharing my blanket with her and she has the nerve to attack me — very, very, very naughty — but it’s hard to stay mad for long.
On the nice side, Princess Piggy Poo has really been enjoying her new castle. She hops around like a bunny playing in the hay, she redecorates by nudging her hiding house from one side to the other and, the cutest thing, Princess Piggy Poo enjoys sharing meals with me. I haven’t had one thing to eat at the dining table since Princess Piggy Poo moved into her new digs by the couch and I noticed that she enjoys eating together. When I have a meal or a snack, Princess Piggy Poo emerges from her hiding house to nibble from her salad bowl, snack on some kibble or munch on timothy hay. It’s happened too many times to be a coincidence. Trust me, I’ve tested this hypothesis enough times that I need to do a Fat Flush now. You’ve heard about the importance of having family dinners to instill positive values and self-esteem in children, it also helps them feel loved and secure. It even works on guinea pigs. Princess Piggy Poo is surely not starved for love — or drops of my blood anymore. It’s nice to have a little dining buddy, as long as you’re not on the menu.